Saturday, 24 February 2018

A Philisophical Premise

Here’s a philosophical premise: ‘grass is meat’. Now when a calf is weaned off milk by its mother, in the wild, it will only eat grass (besides a few bugs and mushrooms), but in essence, just grass, and it will grow into a large cow, which is meat. 

And vegetables equal meat: when a vegetarian female becomes pregnant, the foetus will grow into a baby, and we are meat.

You have to take into consideration the attributes of water. 

© Andrew Stevenson 24/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 23 February 2018

My Pursue Of A Girl That Flew

I captured your beauty, which is held hostage in my mind:
But, paradoxically, I am held prisoner by your ransom
Of time passing by, which consumes my thoughts to pine
Over our pairing, sharing and caring existence not yet begun. 

Take the plunge and dive deep into my pool of wisdom;
And let I lead you into blissful pleasures of my endeavours –
As I have yet to unfold my bodily hold of strength to come,
Which bulges with masculinity sincerity of protective measures. 

We cannot yet be with each other,
As you are sadly with another.
But I will strive on and on
Until I am welcomed and he’s gone. 

Ann, the price I have to ambivalently pay
Is your consuming beauty domineering my day.
You are a beacon delight of sight might to aid my plight
Of suffering loneliness in all its ugliness of heart-wrenching gripe. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/02/2018
A poem I wrote for my Nephew who gave it to a girl who he fancies.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 22 February 2018

Not In Luck I Got Up

My dog woke me up at three,
She needed to go out for a wee,
So I regrettably got out of bed
Still feeling quite off my head
From whisky the previous night
With Budweiser beer that I like.
Feeling groggy I walked my doggie
And let her off the lead to roam free.  

The crisp, fresh air was sobering
While I was outside wayfaring,
And watching Sadie was pleasing
With her running and playing.
I’ll have a sleep during the day
Where on my bed we will lay. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/02/2018
I feel alright now, and it's near eight o'clock in the morning.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Build On Your Foundation

When grief’s fist hits you square on the jaw,
And knocks your senses out of love’s door,
Don’t despairingly rage and long from afar,
Prize it back open a little and leave hope ajar. 

A torrential female sea, that calms with care,
Nurture it with honesty, respect, but beware,
Sharks live superficially and are hollow inside
From deprivation of a true gentleman’s pride. 

Flowers grow from seed, blossom and bloom,
Pluck nature’s essence and tide with the moon,
Be one with these elements awash on the shore
In and out of consciousness from the female core. 

Love love, a reiterating cliché, wisdom to impart,
A remedy for life’s sadness and a broken heart,
Don’t give up down, even an odyssey can find
Cupid’s sign posts reciprocating your love in kind. 

© Andrew Stevenson 22/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 19 February 2018

Love Over Our Rainbow

In her arms I find salvation, and long for the embraces of a difference,
As she nurtures paternal, protective measures, and expresses this outwardly;
And inwardly she beats an immeasurable love that has no pretence,
As her feelings are an open book for all to read with a heed of empathy. 

We are seen, and very heard, and with strong arms we fight the battle of existing,
And with blows – soft and hard, we try and disregard negativity with positivity,
Yet how low can you go, and how high can you fly, to reach your wanting
Of grasping where you want to be, as together we endeavour precariously. 

Storms that flow, sowing their drips and drops into crops that leave a mark,
And when this harvest is observed, a trail is seen on each cheek, a peek
Into her suffering as the long, lonely, wet nights turn into the days apart,
And the stresses show, and the torment renders her superficially weak. 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/02/14
A re-edited piece.
I wrote this while suffering with bipolar and being locked up in hospital.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Companion

Sadie my pet dog, keeps me company,
She is not judging me for my insanity,
And as she snuggles up close to me
I feel love and a little tranquillity. 

She barks often, and up stands her hair,
And she can pace the lounge with care,
So I watch in my gladness without sadness
As she is well built with much prowess. 

She defends by being alert to all sounds
And heads for the door in leaps and bounds,
She is brave and is willing to put up a fight
Which is a protective measure that I like. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017
A re-edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 18 February 2018

My Nephews Amuse

I saw James and Kieran,
My two likeable Nephews,
I heard their latest news
And we had plenty of fun.
They both pay their dues
To their appreciative mum,
With both being a loving son
With the ability to amuse. 

Kieran is a big body-builder
Lifting weights at the gym. 

James is a builder and roofer
And aptly provides for his kin. 

We all love my loving Sister –
Their Mother called Kim. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Philosophising While Shopping

 My mate Raj owns a shop,
Where I occasionally stop
To stock up on groceries
While saying pleasantries;
Behind the counter he’s sat –
We often have a small chat
Mostly about our finances
With its many grievances. 

He has split from his partner,
And now he does sadly suffer
As he still lovingly loves her
And wants to get back together.
Raj is religious and is a Sikh
Offering philosophies to reap. 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/02/2018
I enjoy socialising with Raj, as I studied religion in Open University, so am familiar with his faith. And he respects Jesus and the Christian way of life.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 16 February 2018

Chill From Being Ill

My roots are firmly
In the hard ground,
I am now sensibly
Feeling quite sound,
Growing passionately
To where I’m bound,
Joining my family tree
Not feeling sadly down. 

I’m in a heavenly place
And am resting in peace,
I long to see your face
As I am not yet deceased.
I will not just pass you by
With memories to deny. 

© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017
A re-edited piece. I only kept the first two lines.
Thank  you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Be Free With His Mercy

God’s splendour is beautiful,
He created everything we see,
And what we hold to be bountiful
He provided with his invisibility. 

He is there if you stop and stare,
Gaze at His wonderfully nice life
And appreciate Him with a prayer
As He is all about everything nice. 

We have our own free-will to ill
Others who’re Sisters and Brothers,
And the God fearing can aptly instil
The unbelieving to be wise lovers. 

Love our Saviour’s loving love
As He has a wise, Godly wisdom,
Representing our Father up above
Who’s will shall by Him be done. 

God’s forgiving through our Lord,
Those sinning by transgressing
And living by the gun or sword
Should see Jesus as a blessing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 15 February 2018

A Wait For A Blind Date

I’ve found a mate for my dog Sadie,
A Jack Russell owned by Nobby –
An old friend who lives quite near;
He said when she’s ready bring her.
She’ll wear a muzzle when they meet
As she goes for other dogs in the street.
I’ll keep a bitch when she has her litter
So she’ll have company in a daughter. 

She has just come on heat and is bleeding
So It won’t be long before she’s mating,
She will make a good mother I’m sure
As her love for my is rich and not poor.
My mate Inksy and Maria might have one
As their most recent pet dog has passed on. 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

To Clare I Have A Care

Where are you Clare,
As I have a loving care,
I hold my love aloft –
Nice and gently soft. 

I'm waiting for you,
Are you searching too,
I'm feeling quite blue
Without you to pursue. 

You were beautiful to me,
Attractively very pretty,
Full of hopeful promises
Of our love lasting ages. 

I loved you loving the Son,
A testament to your wisdom;
Preach to me your sensibilities
That can have nice possibilities. 

Please adhere this beckoning cry,
And I will let out a pleasant sigh
Of a welcoming and longed-for relief
From suffering my loneliness grief. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/03/2017
A re-edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Rising Early

I’ve been out walking,
The weather is freezing
With a cold wind blowing,
It’s the climate for snowing
But the clouds aren’t showing.
A new day will soon be dawning,
Hopefully the sun will be shining
To greet everybody who’re waking. 

Sadie was pleasantly running,
She was stalking and chasing
The ducks that were lingering,
But gladly they were escaping.
I like wayfaring in the morning
With peace and quiet pleasing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/02/2018
A poem with the same rhyming suffix throughout.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sane And Able But Banished

My pains in life are an open book,
My face lines have nothing concealed,
Walk past, give me that second look,
Horrified at the revelations revealed. 

Could you use those lines to write
All of my violent angst and stresses,
While shaking inside with no respite
Like my author wills and blesses. 

Blessed me with little or no will
As I am a puppet being mastered;
Preordained with mighty skill
By a Biblical Fatherless bastard. 

Strong words I regrettably know
Will ruffle a few dove feathers,
But hardship runs so terribly slow;
A canter of our endeavours. 

Yes I drank and was a drunk,
But it did not numb the pain,
Like a wounded ship I sank
To rock bottom again and again. 

Take his pen; can your ink flow
More gracefully than my before,
Take the present time to know
Human nature at its deepest core. 

Upbringing and peer pressure
Can influence, shape and form,
Individually can get the better
Off an innocent victim’s ‘norm’. 

Superficial zombies like me
Earth’s lonely streets engulf,
Stare hard and you might see
A lamb beneath a howling wolf. 

If you could write my last chapter
Would an understanding lady unfold,
And would we live happily ever after
As my greatest love story ever told. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017 

The poem denotes mental illness. 

The phrase ‘Biblical Fatherless bastard’ in the last line of the third stanza is indicative to the devil.
Thank  you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wayfaring Wondering

I see light cascading through the trees
And feel the calming, cooling breeze
And walk on with a sense of ease. 

The sun-rays fall like drops of snow
Inquisitive of the scenery I begin to slow
To admire the translucent show. 

Looming silhouettes are all around,
Leaves are making an eerie sound
Blowing across the autumn ground. 

I like the sense of being able to roam,
But beckoning is my humble home
As I now feel so incredibly alone. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
A re-edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.


I like to wisely nurture
My thoughts on nature
While wandering in her
During our hot summer. 

Stepping carefully
In the cool breeze
Being happily happy
Strolling on with ease. 

Watching butterflies float
And hearing birds chirp,
Seeing them have a soak
In the river where I walk.
© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
A re-edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 12 February 2018

Less And More Score

I’ve got my injection at one,
I have been on a reduction,
With tablets being increased
So I’m not insanely stressed.
I’m happy with this situation
Of less and more supplication
With the shrink’s prescription
Of helping with my condition. 

I have bipolar, but have been well
For a long spell from being in hell,
As I was bad with being quite mad
Resulting in my family being sad.
My daughter keeps me sanely sane
And with her help I’m mentally tame. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/02/2017
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 11 February 2018

A White Delight

I’ve been outside walking,
It has been widely snowing,
The icy-cold wind blowing
Was on my face freezing.
My pet dog did not slip –
Her paws had a good grip:
Sadie had an exercising run
And we both had lots of fun. 

The canal was not iced-up;
We saw the occasional duck;
Little birds were chirping
While manoeuvring flying.
I enjoyed the white scenery
And exchanging a pleasantry. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 10 February 2018

Belonging Pining

I’m longing for Springtime again,
With Mother Nature’s new spell
Of nurturing life to grow well
With both plenty of sun and rain,
And flourishing with her nourishing
Blossoming life will be blooming,
Which is pleasing for us looking
As it can be a pleasant blessing. 

With enthusiasm I am very keen
To walk again in pastures green,
To see the odd gushing stream
With birds washing to keep clean.
My smiling face will be all aglow
To see the pretty flowers on show. 

© Andrew Stevenson 10/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Sing He Is King

Our Lord Jesus is our King,
Wealthier than any bling,
As He is aptly rich in spirit
Still healing lots who’re sick.
I am affluent with His love
Believing in heaven above,
Storing up celestial treasures
From my Christian endeavours. 

Through Jesus we have mercy,
He heals and can set you free
To live your life with serenity –
And to never again feel lonely.
Pray to Jesus in your mind
And emulate Him being kind. 

© Andrew Stevenson 10/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sentiments To Cheer

Come closer and squeeze me tight,
Hug me with all of your given might,
Kiss me with variant kisses of desire;
Light up my heart – an eternal fire. 

Hold my hand and lead the way,
And listen to what I have to say,
Of reaching where you want to be -
In an essence of peace and tranquillity. 

I'll love you whichever way you go,
And I want you to forever know,
That I won't hold back my intentions
That will be told with many mentions. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017
A poem that I've re-edited.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Taking The Lead

I’ve been walking Sadie,
She had on her red coat
To prevent getting a soak
As the weather was rainy:
We saw many a big boat
Passing by the River Dee,
I like my dog running free
Off her lead that is a rope. 

I liked the scenic scenery
While outside wayfaring,
Filling me full of ecstasy
With what I was viewing.
Wildlife roaming freely
Can be very pleasing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 10/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 9 February 2018


In hospital, trapped and locked away,
With my faculties in some disarray,
And as I struggled to insanely cope
I sanely didn't give up my hope. 

I plodded along through an existence,
That is boring with some persistence,
And I had irritable side effects –
Patients are medical subjects. 

I’m drawn into female vulnerability,
And ask the question of sensibility,
To be reciprocal in close proximity
With the wisdom to try and be happy. 

My exploits get reprimanded,
And inappropriately remanded
To my room with supervision –
An unjust and hated position. 

The nurses followed me about,
And I was prone to shout,
To express my expressions
Of heated to the core relations. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
A past poem that I've re-edited.
Please note I have bipolar.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 8 February 2018

On Her Travels

My mother is going
To see her sick Sister,
Who is sadly stressing
Over her bad dementia.
She won’t remember
Who’s going to see her.
She’s in a care-home
Where she can roam. 

My loving brother
Is kindly taking her
Which is nice of him
Helping out his kin.
Mum has a disability
Making her unhappy. 

© Andrew Stevenson 09/02/2018
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 7 February 2018

Missing Family

I have a friend who is down on her luck,
Acknowledging her family relations suck,
With her sadly hardly seeing them recently,
Leaving her blue with feeling quite lonely.
I know what it’s like to fall out with family,
And hope hers reciprocate her sincere plea
For them to get in-touch to ease her fears
Of the passing of the years being in tears. 

I hope her future will be blessed
And that she is not under duress,
She has my empathy suffering
With what she is sadly missing.
She sounds a wonderful mother
That her kids may again discover. 

© Andrew Stevenson 08/02/2018
A sonnet.
This piece denotes a good friend of mine, and I hope she doesn't mind me writing this piece about her.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sleeping Less With Stress

Yesterday I saw my mate,
He had gotten up quite late,
He hasn’t been sleeping well
With stressing over being ill,
Two heat attacks he has had,
Which is making him feel sad,
But he gets on with his life
Living with his kids and wife. 

I’ve known him from school,
He is not the fool as he’s cool,
Throughout our sad hardship
We have kept our friendship.
We’ve both endured madness
While suffering with stress. 

© Andrew Stevenson 08/02/2018
A sonnet.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.